Big. Damn. Hero's sir.

Shaye smiled,a soft laugh escaping her in a sigh, and it seemed to smooth some of the lines of age that had appeared on her overnight. “Yes, she can.” Shaye agreed, taking a seat near Cannival and keeping her voice soft. “I was told you saved her life, and for that I owe you a great deal. More than you received, when my wolves mistakenly stopped you. I’ll speak to them.. But I wish they had listened to the news, it would have saved everyone some grief.” she said with a grumpy sigh.

It still rankled that they hadn’t paid any heed to what she had howled in the news, and she wondered what else was slipping through the cracks. Her pack was so big now, that it was almost inconceivable to have pack meetings too often, bringing everyone together took time.

She looked down at Motif, cradled in the cats arms “It’s good to see her finding a friend, she’s been spending a lot of time by herself lately.” the age lines returned as she frowned, before looking back to meet Canni’s eyes. “I welcome you into Abaven with open arms now, you’ve earned that, but I understand if you wish to flee instead, after the way you were treated.. And.. times are about to get tough ahead. Tougher, I should warn you, for all of Abaven. I would like you to stay, but I understand if you choose not to.”